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Chapter 19

Stephen didn't even realize who was talking to him until he looked straight at her. Lindsay's eyes were welling with unshed tears, and it hurt him immensely. But look what she had done! She'd taken his money, flown to New York to let Madison meet her father, and never returned. She'd promised dshe'd be back in a few days! She'd lied!

"Stephen, let him go," she begged him, "please..."

"No!" he shouted, his hand wobbling as he tried to keep his shot at Danny steady. "Give meone good reason why I shouldn't shoot this bastard dead and getMadison!"

She could see both Danny and Mac's veins in their temples throbbing.

"You're never getting Madison!" Lindsay shouted, "you're not her father! No matter how close you are with her!"

"I want Madison!" he shouted back at her. Truth be told he sounded like a three year old begging for an ice cream cone before supper.

"No!" Lindsay lunged at him, attempting to grab the gun from his hands.

"Lindsay, what are you doing!" Mac rushed into the quarrel as Danny rushed to secure the scene. It may be his apartment, but if this went any further it would be considered a crime scene.

"Lindsay, get off!" Mac managed to pull her off of a deranged Stephen and continued to wrestle with him. The force of Mac tearing her from her now former friend sent her flying out the door into Danny's arms.

"I wanna get out of here," she whispered.

Suddenly she heard a shot ring out and Stephen was lying unconscious on the floor. The bullet from the gun had lodged in the leg of the table. Mac handcuffed the bastard and gave him his rights. There were plenty of witnesses at the scene to testify that he'd indeed given the arrested man his rights, even if he was unconscious.

"Stella, where's Mom and Dad?" I ask her, still munching on the granola bar she'd given me a little more than 30 minutes before.

"I don't know, sweetie," she says as she sits in the lunchroom with me. We're not having lunch, but we're sitting there because there are too many things in the lab that I could accidently knock over and break.

"But what if they're hurt?"

"I'm sure they're fine, dear," she ruffles my hair, "come on, I've got a few videos in the break room."

So we go into the break room and I see a few movies. I pick one out... my favourite, Mary Poppins, and we sit together, watching it. Suddenly Stella's phone starts to ring.

"Bonasera," she answers it. Just a Spoonful of Sugar is starting, and she turns it off so she can hear what the person's saying.

"Okay, yeah," she grabs my hand and the next thing I know we're in the hospital. I see Mom and Dad in a hospital room, and they don't look good. Mom is bruised and has a black eye, and Dad is in much worse shape. I can see that he has a lot of bruises, and I think his nose is broken. Okay, maybe not broken, but he's really hurt.

"Mommy!" I break my grip from Stella and run to her. I launch myself into her arms, and I hug her tight.

"Oh my baby girl," she whispered in my ear. "Baby, I'm so glad you're okay."

"Can we go home?"

"Soon, baby girl," she says, "very soon."

We get home, really Dad's apartment, and we're getting ready for bed. The doctor said that Dad should take it easy for a few days, but it wasn't anything he should be worried about. He'd be okay in a couple of days.

I sleep on the couch and Mom and Dad go into Dad's bedroom to discuss what happened. I don't know what they're really talking about, but I hope it's something good.

Danny and I sat the the bed Danny had for himself. We've been through so much in the last few days it doesn't seem normal.

"Danny, I..." I'm looking for something to take the pain away. He didn't askfor this! He didn't ask for me to come back to him, he didn't ask for Madison, he didn't...

"Lindsay, it's okay." He shused me, "I'd walk to the ends of the earth for that little girl, don't you doubt that I wouldn't."

"But..." I protest. "Look what Stephen did to you." I still can't believe I'd trusted Stephen for all these years.

"Lindsay, don't you worry 'bout that, a'ight?" Now I'm remembering why I fell in love with him in the first place. His eyes, his accent, his body.

His lips.

He presses his lips to mine, his hands slowly traveling down the front of my shirt. Before I know it the shirt I'd been wearing is in the corner of the room, Danny's pants soon join them, and...

We ended up spending the night together, and it was just as magical as the night I'd conceived Madison. Danny knew all the tricks, all the ways that could get me excited. He was just as good as he'd been seven years before, and I couldn't help but shout out his name as my muscles contracted around him.

God, I hope I didn't wake Maddie up!

"I love you Lindsay," he whispered as we both reached our peak.

"I love you too Danny," I managed to say before feeling him collaspe on top of me and roll over.

I fell asleep in his arms that night.